Trying to think. . .

I've spent the last month trying to think of a post for this woefully ignored blog. I assure you we're all as good of friends as ever, we've just moved on - if that makes any sense. Our crazy days are behind us, though we're all still crazy enough to have fun. We've all changed so much that the earlier days of this blog seem like a funny dream. Marianas Trench's Acadia describes it perfectly.

In the house I grew up in
My room in the basement the hours turning to years we spent
Remember Chris in the backyard
Laughing so damn hard and no one knew why
But the rest is forgotten behind me
Sometimes it reminds me of when we, we used to belong here

Every memory comes on when I hear that old song
That we used to sing with the words all wrong
I remember the faces and familiar places
And I sing along but Acadia is gone

Ran out of gas on the highway, we walked there
And I gave drunken speeches on the sobriety
Now we've all moved away and somehow became men
But I remember where it began
Left behind me
Sometimes it reminds me of when we, we used to belong here

Every memory comes on when I hear that old song
That we used to sing with the words all wrong
I remember the faces and familiar places
And I sing along but Acadia is gone

Remember when 1712 Acadia Road fell
And they tore the house down

Every memory comes on when I hear that old song
That we used to sing with the words all wrong
I remember the faces and familiar places
And I sing along but Acadia is gone